Mated To The Alpha Stepbrother

Naked

Vinorca Jona POV

"Vin, if you get the answer, let's celebrate," Dante said, pulling me out of my so-called dream world.

His eyes went back to their normal red, and I had to admit, they were the most beautiful part of him. Once you looked into them, nothing could pull you out. Him calling me "Vin" was the most unexpected thing I could ever imagine.

"I don't know if you're my mate, and even if you are, I'm not accepting you," I said, trying to wriggle and thrash my legs so he would let me go. Nothing worked.

He pressed me more firmly under him, his 6'5" frame squeezing my 5'3" body. I felt like a peanut under him, and I was sure my bones would break if he kept this up.

"I'm already very hard at this moment, love," Dante smiled as he warned me, but it was his last word, "love," that affected me the most.

My whole stomach turned into a zoo, every kind of animal running like it was a playground, causing a weird itching sensation all over my body, especially where he pressed his shaft against me.

"Why?" I questioned, having nothing else to ask. What kind of dumbness is this? I myself don't know.

"What are you trying to ask, my love? I want you, there is no how in it," Dante replied with a serious look on his face.

What was I even expecting? Has the Moon Goddess really done this to me? After everything, did she pair me with this kind of mate?

"Today, I want all of you. I just can't wait anymore," Dante said as he came closer, keeping his hand on my stomach and kissing my cleavage.

"Mmm-mmm," I moaned in pleasure as his hot tongue burned where he licked.

"Here, I want to mark you as mine, once and for all, so no other man gets a chance with you, love," Dante said possessively, biting the area he had just licked.

My head started spinning with the overwhelming feeling. Was this even right? Or was I not in the right state of mind to judge? I was really getting turned on by someone I had always found disgusting, someone I saw as my step-brother.

I didn't know anymore; the pleasure was too much to take.

"I want to be drunk on your scent, want your body showered with my marks, claiming you as mine, having all the rights," Dante said, raising his head to give a small peek on my dry lips.

Boom! Was this how I was losing my first kiss? My eyes widened as I realised what I was doing. My whole body was burning with a sensation that could only be cooled by his touch.

"We can't do this," I desperately repeated the words stuck in my head, even though my body was no longer in the mood to comply.

"Why, huh? You want to do this with Lewis? That bastard? Tell me," he growled angrily, gripping the bracelet I was wearing.

Lewis' words rang in my mind: ‘Wait for me.’ He had trusted me, and now I was just giving in like this, that too to who? Dante?

Could I really wait for him? I didn't know. I didn't even know what I felt about Lewis or what I felt for Dante in this situation.

My whole head was a mess, no longer able to hold anything together perfectly. Everything was scattered. For all these years, I thought Dante hated me, and now he was telling me I was his mate.

I wasn't sure about anything anymore.

"f*****g answer me! I asked you something, b***h," Dante screamed in my face.

"I don't know," I stated flatly. I had known Lewis for three years and never once thought of him or Dante in this way. I saw Dante as a family, no matter how much he hated me, so how could I accept anything or even answer?

"Oh! Now I get it. You've been f*****g him all these years behind my back, haven't you? That's why you have the guts to run your mouth at me now. This is how his d**k worked on you, right? s**t!"

"Ahhhh!" I screamed as a punch landed just an inch beside my face. My whole body jumped in terror. If he had hit the right spot, my nose could have been broken.

"You f*****g cunt! While I was working hard, you were here sucking d***s to pay your bills. That's why you rejected me three years ago, too. Now you were crying and throwing drama because I sent your boyfriend away, huh?" Dante grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them, pressing me more into the mattress, cutting off my oxygen.

"You enjoy sucking d***s, so why does it matter whose d**k you have to suck now? This is the perfect opportunity to taste something new since your boyfriend is out of town," Dante laughed like a psycho, his words terrifying me.

Where was he coming from? Why would I f**k someone? And even if I did, why would it matter? He never told me he was my mate, even when he knew from the start. Who knows, he might have been f*****g other women too.

"I'm going to show you paradise in hell, baby!" A dark chuckle escaped his mouth, emphasising his words with all the evilness he held.

My whole body stopped shaking, frozen by his words, but at the same time, I was melting.

'Paradise in hell?' I thought. It just set the wrong tone. What was he going to show me? It wasn't sinking in.

"Babyboo, these clothes are just disturbing me," he said, grabbing the edge of my top, his fingers touching my wet cleavage wrapped in his saliva.

"No!" I started shaking my head hard, realising what he was thinking of doing.

"Shhhhhh! This isn't helping. I'm so hard; I can't wait anymore," Dante said, holding onto my top tightly. I wanted to say something to stop him, but nothing came to mind. My throat and lips were so dry they felt like stone.

"Don't tell me otherwise, baby. Let's enjoy," he said, snapping my top in two. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, turning me mute.

"Such a beautiful sight. Close your mouth, or I'll fill it with something to choke you," Dante commented as he sat on my stomach, trying not to put too much pressure on me, knowing how big he was. Still, it was more than my limit.

I closed my mouth and crossed my free hands over my chest, trying to hide my breasts peeking out from my bra.

"You don't have to hide this beautiful sight from my eyes, love," he chuckled. His duality was scarier than anything. One moment he was shouting and calling me a b***h, and now he was speaking as if we were making love.

I really felt right before; this guy had lost his mind, showing a scary face that raised everything in my whole body.

"I always dreamed of seeing you under me with this fully grown body of yours. But seeing it with my own eyes, it's beyond what I expected, baby. Your boobies are trying to peek at me, as if they want me to set them free. Hell, I can't wait anymore. I'm already on edge, knowing someone else tasted them," Dante's face changed from a smile to a scary expression, his emotions shifting at the speed of light.

"I never slept with anyone. I really never did," I replied, my dry throat starting to get a bit wet as soon as words left my mouth.

Yeah, I never slept with anyone. Why would I? I wasn't waiting for my mate, nor had I found someone I loved. This wasn't me, naked and helpless under someone. Not in my wildest dreams did I see myself like this.

"That's mine to find out and yours to enjoy, bunny," Dante said, removing his shirt, revealing his smooth white skin, toned chest, and pink n*****s mocking me. My eyes fell on the cut marks covering his abs, large and big, making his huge body scarier than I ever imagined.

I wanted to close my eyes but couldn't even blink. Never once had I seen a man's body like this, and now I was seeing it up close. I didn't know how to react, whether to feel giddy or terrified.

"Like what you're exploring, bunny?" Dante asked in a deep, soft tone as he threw his shirt on the floor, cursing his big biceps.

I choked on air. If he put my neck between his biceps, it would be enough to break it in two, detaching my head from my body.

'Is this what you need to think about now?' my conscience invaded my thoughts as I found myself drooling over his body without realising it.

I diverted my eyes to the entrance of the room, which was wide open. The door wasn't even closed, offering no privacy.

What if someone came? What if they saw us? Should I try to push him and run? But in this naked condition? Could I run?

With my messy head, I tried to think. Many thoughts ran through my mind. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I could run.

But I doubted it would take him long to find me. I had no wolf to help me, and I am dealing with an Alpha, a pure-blood Alpha with a body showing how many battles he had fought and won for this pack.

At eighteen, he started handling the throne, becoming the youngest Alpha. Many tried to oppose and fight for this pack, but Dante fought them off without flinching or caring about how much blood he shed, not just others but his own too.

All these marks were signs of his victory. How could I escape, knowing he was stronger and had me under his control, unable to lift a finger?

"Eyes on me, baby. I don't know what you're looking at, but if these eyes can't work the way they should,then it's better to be blind, isn't it?”